[If it's the kind of poison he has experience with, anyway. If not, he can try to make it work regardless.
Sorrow takes a step back, pressing his palms against the altar behind him and using it to lift himself up, sitting on the flat stone slab and crossing one leg over the other- the movement conversational, and yet strangely delicate.]
For this, I want to know your deepest shame. Something that you've done that you regret more than anything else.
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[If it's the kind of poison he has experience with, anyway. If not, he can try to make it work regardless.
Sorrow takes a step back, pressing his palms against the altar behind him and using it to lift himself up, sitting on the flat stone slab and crossing one leg over the other- the movement conversational, and yet strangely delicate.]
For this, I want to know your deepest shame. Something that you've done that you regret more than anything else.